Chimera Fields Roast Mutton

His response was enough to bring her head back with a swift jerk, an animated motion that expressed her confusion just as well as the deep furrow of her brow. What was he even talking about? "Normal - what - I am being normal." Unless normal meant something different to him, but normal to her and everyone she'd grown up with meant being kind, and owning up to her mistakes when she made them. "I said something that sounded mean, so I apologized. How is that weird?"

No one deserved to be talked to with the kind of rudeness she had started to give him. Of course, she didn't know him in the slightest, and maybe he actually did deserve the very brashness she'd delivered - but even then, she still wouldn't have done anything different. She would have apologized still... and who cared if he thought she was weird... right?